Vivienne's POV
I wasn't sure how long I stood there after Ronan disappeared, but I knew it was long enough for the music from the party to filter in again. It was a cruel reminder that the world kept moving, even when mine was threatening to fall apart.
The picture burned in my hand, and I shoved it into my purse like it was a piece of evidence that just might catch fire if I didn't find a solution. My skin still tingled from where the blade was pressed into my skin. It had been dangerous, but thrilling in a way.
And my lips, they remembered the softness of his lips, more than the accusation he'd thrown my way.
Traitors, if you asked me.
I had no idea why Ronan's lips would be as soft as they were. He was a rogue, and a thug, nothing about him needed to be soft or gentle, but his
